Five
Sam parks the car with the lights on in a street corner, turns off the engine, barely reacting.
“The Black Foxes are a fraternity… of…”
“Right… Black University, I forgot,” I interrupt, recalling school days.
“If anyone knows something, it has to be him.”
Sam starts the Ferrari, grips the wheel, sparks flying as usual.
“Sam… it’s two in the morning.”
“But Mónica… she…”
“But we can’t go into a university at two in the morning,” I interrupt, shrugging, worried about Mónica but knowing it’s impossible.
Sam tilts his head, rolls his eyes, and obeys, heading straight to his apartment.